izzyalienqueen | Monday After Workshops

After Creatures of Nature, Isabel decided to head back to the clinic to check up on Peter. As she walked,she shook her head at the damage the dinosaurs had done. Just another weekend in Fandom.

Suddenly something caught her eye.

She'd noticed the store before, but hadn't paid much attention since it seemed to be nothing more ten a collectionof junk. But ths time a small shape in the window jumped out at her. Isabel couldn't recognize what it was exacty, only that the swirly engravings on it seemed familiar, similar to the script she'd grown used to on Antar.

Crossing her fingers and hoping that the store was deserted, Isabel opened the door.

You know this won't end well...

	"Welcome, Jerry!" said one Jerry, sweeping her a bow. "Yes, welcome to the Titanic!" "Welcome to the Atlantic." "Welcome to Atlantis!" "Welcome to Suburbia!" "We will be your hosts for this evening. I am Jerry Sizzler, and this is my sister --" He held his arm out in the wrong direction entirely. "Jerry Sizzler." "Do come in to our pig farm, won't you?" "Yes! You must meet the ducks!"
	"Hi," Isabel said weakly, edging her way towards the window display. "I'm glad to be here. You don't mind if I check something out over here do you?"
	We should like that very much," said one Jerry. "Yes, yes, that's how we always order our coffee." "We find it adds a bit of zest!" "You should step carefully, as there's a mud puddle along the wall." "Yes! Don't argue with the mud puddle!" "It likes to cheat at chess." "We caught it red-handed!" "We caught it with red paint!" "We painted it red." "Would you like some red paint?"
	"I'll pass. But thank you." Looking carefully for the mud puddle, because they were that nuts, Isabel went to the window and started to look for what she'd seen. There was a ratty, looking dog toy in the way, making a face, she picked it up with two fingers and tried to move it out of the way. Except suddenly Isabel didn't have thumbs anymore. //The hell?//
	Both Jerries gasped. "Jerry!" one Jerry cried. "It is a sign!" "Yes, Jerry! It is a stop sign!" "It is a YIELD!" "It is a lane marker!" "It is a magic marker!" "Jerry! My magic marker is missing!" "Why, that dog must have taken it!" Both Jerries leaned over to scold her. "You are a very bad dog!" "You give his coloring book back this instant!"
	Isabel barked instinctively and cowered for a moment. Then she leaped towards the door. //Oh dear god, let me out of here please...//
	Just as abruptly, both Jerries changed mood. "Jerry!" cooed one Jerry. "She has my eyes!" "No, Jerry, she has your eyes!" "We shall call her Jerry!" "She shall live in the basement!" "With the donkeys!" "And the Oracle!" "The Oracle drowned." "No, Jerry, that was the donkeys." "No! The donkeys were stolen!" "Jerry! We shall fetch her a ribbon!" "And some thread!" "And a little bell!" "With purple letters!" "Jerry! She shall be a tourist!"
	//Let me out! I know where there are more donkeys! I'll bring them back to you.// She scratched at the door rather frantically.
	"Jerry! She is trying to tell us something!" said one Jerry, clapping his hands excitedly. "Jerry! Do you need a fajita?" "Jerry! Are you sick?" "Jerry! Did Timmy fall down the well?" Both Jerries gasped. "No!" "Not Timmy!" And both Jerries ran in a circle for a few minutes, screaming and waving their hands. "Timmy!" "Timmy, you were too young!" "Timmy!"
	Isabel cowered back, putting her head on her paws.